By John Grey
I use that horrible
coward’s word “interesting”
to describe your painting.
Bad move.
Now I have to find a way
to fire myself as art critic,
be hired on as lover.
To be honest,
the canvas looks like
an unholy mess
of blotches and streaks,
scrawl and scribble.
But that’s an opinion
best left to a bitten tongue.
But, despite my imagination’s
best efforts,
the positives aren’t coming.
“Wonderful contours,”
“A strikingly personal gesture.”
“An infinite labyrinth
of pain and joy.”
“A volatile language
of image.”
In fact,
my brain is, at the moment,
this unholy mess
of blotches and streaks,
scrawl and scribble.
So maybe my mind
was your subject matter.
Mm… interesting.
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John Grey is an Australian author, published in Hawaii Pacific Review, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty, currently residing in the US.
